Succulent beautiful and fine 
I`m touching my body; 
I`m feeling my mind 
With plastic knives and plastic spoons and other types of cutlery 
Take what signifies 
And make it leave this room 
My sweet desire that wants to bloom 
Held captive - our culture molds, our bodies bold 
Held captive - target the role we have no control 
Passionate tastful and free 
I mutilate myself to make me real 
A heart beating in the wrong kind of chest 
Of hair and sweat a manly mess 
Take what signifies 
And make it leave this room 
My sweet desire that wants to bloom 
Held captive - our culture molds, our bodies bold 
Held captive - target the role we have no control 
I cut myself up to make it real 
I cut myself up cause thats the way 
I feel I cut myself up to be free 
I cut myself up to be me